Shu Jiao wiped her eyes, took one glance at Ruan Jiaojiao still unconscious on the bed, her face as pale as snow, and nodded. She and Du Qing went outside together.
It wasn't until Shu Jiao turned around that Ruan Jianguo dared to look at her retreating back.
The incident with Ruan Jiaojiao had developed so suddenly. He rushed back, only to hear the news that Ruan Jiaojiao was gone, followed by the Ruan Family matriarch's stroke. With all these events happening one after another, he simply had no time to consider Shu Jiao.
Now, as he watched her leaving, he dared to greedily take a few more glances at her.
Outside.
Shu Jiao and Du Qing stood at the end of the corridor. The blood from the Ruan Family matriarch on the steps hadn't been washed away by the rain and still lingered. Du Qing stared at the blood, accompanied by the patter of rain, and narrated the events of the year to Shu Jiao, one by one.
